Set when Clarke goes to say goodbye to Lexa in episode 7 season 3. Fanfiction of the way the love scene went. Mostly smut. A couple more chapters to come. Entirely possible that edits will be done to the chapters after they are posted.
Clarke walked into Lexa's room, she distracted herself with the thought of candles. She was used to their scent by now and she loved that Lexa had them around all the time because it felt like no matter where Lexa was, the air smelled better. She snapped back to reality and scanned the room quickly, she couldn't find her and the thought of having to leave without saying goodbye made her panic, but then Lexa came out from behind and she took a breath of relief. Lexa looked so beautiful, every time she saw her she looked more beautiful than the time before, how was it even possible? She had her hair on her right side and the sun hit her skin like it was made to rise everyday just to make her look like a goddess. But she was sad, like she had never seen her before; her eyes were teary because she knew from Clarke's face that she was coming to say goodbye. Lexa knew it was a long shot to have asked her to stay because it would have been selfish. Much like her, Clarke had the burden of her people on her shoulders and would always put them first. Lexa knew this, she knew exactly who Clarke was but she had asked her to stay just the same. "When do you leave?" Lexa asked. Clarke could barely bring herself to say it: "Now" she answered. Lexa nodded in understanding. Clarke took a few steps towards her and said: "I'm sorry"- she was sorry for so many things that she couldn't even begin to apologize for but she felt like Lexa heard it the way she meant it. "Don't be" Lexa answered almost immediately, "you have to go back, they're your people" she added. Lexa felt such sorrow and she knew Clarke did too, but Lexa understood, and of course she did. No one could understand better than her why Clarke had to leave. The words rang in Clarke's head "your people". She had told herself so many times that the reason she did everything was her people and though that was part of it, she could never admit to herself the other reason: Lexa. In that same moment Lexa continued: "That's why I...". she wanted to tell her she loved her, more than she could ever express in words, but to do so now would have been worse because Clarke was leaving, she couldn't have her, and she wasn't sure how Clarke would have reacted. She didn't want her to feel like she had to say it back, either way Lexa loved her and she thought maybe Clarke already knew so she gave a smile, barely noticeable. At the same moment Clarke looked up and met Lexa's eyes. She had been avoiding eye contact because if she looked at her she might not have been able to leave. She wanted her to finish the sentence but she thought it was better if she didn't as it would have only hurt more because nothing would change, she would still have to go back. "That's why you're you" Lexa said as she swallowed what she really wanted to say. In the end, those words meant the same thing since she loved her because she was who she was. Clarke thought for a moment of a world where neither one of them had to worry about their people and then she said: "Maybe someday you and I will owe nothing more to our people". Lexa smiled faintly as she thought of Clarke's words but the sorrow overcame her. Someday. It reminded her of the "not yet" Clarke had told her the day she kissed her in the tent. Someday and not yet seemed so far away, almost unattainable but not the way Clarke said them. Since she had met Clarke, she had begun to believe that some things were possible, that peace was not an ideal but an actual reality that could be reached. "I hope so" she answered. Lexa put her hand forward for a grounder goodbye. She wanted more than that, but she would never invade Clarke's space unless she wanted her to. Clarke reached and held her arm and Lexa repeated the same words she had told her what seemed like years ago at Mount Weather when she thought she would never see her again: "May we meet again". The words hit Clarke hard as she realized how much it pained Lexa to say them, she realized that she was really letting her go, just like that, with nothing more than a handshake even though she felt they both wanted more. Clarke was overcome by this sudden grief, by the need to kiss her, she glanced at Lexa's lips, they were perfection as always and the thought of not seeing them or Lexa again made them so irresistible. She couldn't' leave it at that, she didn't want to, and for the first time in a long time, Clarke allowed herself a moment of egoism. She stepped forward and reached to grab Lexa's neck, not unlike Lexa had done with her when she had kissed her, and pulled her in until she felt their lips touch. She had almost forgotten how soft Lexa's lips were.
Lexa was surprised as Clarke pulled her in, she wanted to pull her closer but she didn't know how far Clarke was going, she thought it was just a goodbye kiss and she wanted to be mindful of her space as she had always been. Lexa couldn't keep her emotions in check and she felt as her eyes filled with tears and then after a few seconds Clarke pulled away but not entirely. A single tear ran down Lexa's cheek as they looked at each other for what seemed like eternity though it lasted less than a second. Clarke gave a slight nod almost as if to give Lexa permission, to assure her that she wanted this and then she leaned in again for another kiss. Lexa kissed her back and reveled in Clarke's lips. They had both wanted this so much and for so long. They breathed in heavily between short and wanting kisses. Lexa enjoyed every second of it but she still wasn't sure where Clarke was going, but then Clarke reached behind her neck and started undressing her, she undid the knot that was keeping her shirt up and then started pulling down at the sleeves. Lexa felt how much Clarke wanted her that moment and she was somewhat caught by surprise because of it. They parted momentarily between kisses to breathe and Lexa's lip were shaking. Did Clarke really want this? She was taking the lead after all, and Lexa wouldn't have believed it if it weren't for the fact that it was happening. Their lips met a few more times until Clarke moved to direct them to the bed. Lexa sat down and they held hands. They stared at each other for a moment.
Clarke stared at the beautiful woman in front of her. Those beautiful green eyes, those luscious full lips and that flawless face. Lexa looked so vulnerable, so fragile and Clarke thought of all the times she had seen her before, she always looked strong and tough with the war paint, but even without it, she never looked this. She thought of the Commander she knew: the one who was threateningly playing with the knife the first day she met her, the one that kicked men off buildings without question or second thought when she wanted to (she hadn't seen it but she heard it and knowing her, she didn't doubt it at all), the one who had beaten Roan at the arena (a man almost twice her size) and the one who put a spear through Nia's heart. That was the Commander everyone knew, but she was not the Commander now, she was Lexa and she was all hers. The look Lexa gave her was as if she were surrendering herself completely to her and Clarke thought of why she hadn't done this before, why she had waited until the very last moment. She thought she was an idiot to have wanted to hide her feelings, but she wasn't hiding them anymore and neither was Lexa because that one look between them was like an 'I love you' even if the words remained unspoken.
Lexa stared back intensely. She had never felt as vulnerable as she did this moment. Was Clarke sure? Was she ready? Did she really want this? She continued to wonder. Clarke looked pensive for a moment but then Lexa saw her resolve. Yes. She wanted this. There was no doubt of it then and there that Clarke wanted her and at the same moment Clarke began to lean in, Lexa reached for her and pulled her in further for a kiss as they laid back on the bed.
They slowly moved up the bed without breaking the kiss. They shuffled about so that their heads were by the pillows. Clarke straddled Lexa's hips so she was on top of her. She pulled further at the sleeves of Lexa's shirt until she was free of them and then she broke their kiss only to lift Lexa's shirt and help her completely out of it and her bra. They both pulled back into the kiss quickly and wanting, and this time Clarke pushed her tongue inside Lexa's mouth. Lexa moaned into Clarke's mouth as she let her tongue taste the other woman. They parted for a moment and Clarke stared at Lexa, she then let her eyes wander downwards to appreciate the woman's body and she placed her hands on her hips and slowly moved them upwards to her stomach, then her torso and then her breasts caressing her soft skin. She held Lexa's breasts in both her hands and squeezed them and then used her index and thumb to gently pinch her nipples. Lexa gasped and closed her eyes and Clarke couldn't help but feel so turned on because it was her touch making Lexa squirm. She kissed her again using her tongue to massage Lexa's in the most demanding way. Lexa's hands wandered to Clarke's back and slowly started pulling her shirt upwards. Clarke eased out of the shirt and Lexa took a deep breath when she finally saw the woman completely topless. She looked faultless and Lexa was left breathless, Clarke smiled as she saw the effect she had on the woman and she intertwined their fingers together and pushed their hands so they were at Lexa's side as she leaned in to kiss her again. Clarke hadn't imagined Lexa was a bottom and Lexa wasn't one but this was Clarke and she would have let her do anything she wanted.
Clarke wondered how long it would last until Lexa flipped her over, she knew Lexa was still restraining herself but she didn't want her to any longer. Clarke sat up, still straddling her, and allowed Lexa to admire her figure once more, but to speed up the process she began to direct Lexa's hands to her own body, at her sides and then she placed Lexa's hands on her own breasts. Clarke's breasts were significantly larger than most and Lexa loved the way they felt under her hands.
Clarke closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure and Lexa sat up and instantly pressed their lips together momentarily. She began kissing lower and she then took her left breast into her mouth as she cupped the other. She had thought of what Clarke's breasts would feel like in her mouth but it did not compare to the reality: they were full and perfect and it felt surreal to have her lips and tongue stroking them. Clarke gasped loudly and held Lexa closer, her right hand on Lexa's lower back and the other on her neck. Lexa licked and sucked on Clarke's nipples and slowly started to close her teeth on one. She felt it harden under her tongue and teeth and it only made her want to press down harder on it. Clarke could barely keep herself together, she was already ridiculously wet and gasping for air while Lexa switched between breasts and after licking and sucking the other, she bit Clarke's right nipple harder than the left and Clarke moaned and arched her chest towards Lexa's mouth urging her to continue.
Lexa kept one hand on Clarke's back to pull her closer but as she heard Clarke's moans get louder she began moving her other hand lower on Clarke's body until she reached the button on her jeans. She skillfully undid it with one hand and continued to slide it down her pants but she stopped right before she reached her clit.
She pulled her mouth from Clarke's breast and gave Clarke a look as if to ask if she was sure, Clarke understood what it meant. She nodded and said in her hoarse voice: "I'm ready". Oh how Lexa had waited to hear those words come out of Clarke's mouth. She never thought she would have, but here they came and it was all she needed. Lexa held eye contact as she let her hand go lower until she reached her center. She was surprised by how wet Clarke was and it made her gasp a little. When she felt Lexa's fingers on her clit Clarke took a deep breath in, shut her eyes and pushed her head back. Lexa kissed and sucked Clarke's neck which she now had full access to and massaged her clit in a circular motion with her index and middle fingers.
Clarke moved her hips against Lexa's hand and she felt as Lexa switched to using her thumb and let her two fingers slide down and then inside of her. Clarke let out a moan as Lexa entered her. Lexa's fingers were long and every movement made Clarke's moaning louder. Lexa loved the sound of Clarke and knowing she was the cause of her pleasure made her wetter by the second.
Lexa began gently kissing Clarke's jawline and she moved her lips slowly to her neck and then her shoulder and continued giving her soft, wet kisses. Clarke moved her hips back and forth against Lexa's fingers while Lexa pulled out and pushed in at a slow pace that was driving Clarke mad. Lexa loved the feeling of her fingers inside Clarke, her slickness all over them and the way Clarke moved against them.
Clarke began moaning louder and Lexa wanted nothing more than to be the cause of her orgasm and she curled her fingers inside Clarke until she felt a rough patch. Clarke felt herself near the edge so she leaned into Lexa's neck and bit down hard to stop herself from screaming too loud lest everyone in Polis would have heard her as she came, though it was futile. Lexa took a deep breath and closed her eyes when she felt Clarke's teeth press on her shoulder. Lexa didn't really associate pain with pleasure but the pressure of Clarke's teeth was just enough so that it didn't hurt her, not really, but was on the verge of it so she actually enjoyed it. Clarke's walls clenched on Lexa's fingers inside her and a moment later Lexa slowly pulled her fingers out and flipped Clarke over so that she could slowly push her onto the bed so her own back was facing the ceiling.